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What's a Wreck?

A Cake Wreck is any cake that is unintentionally sad, silly, creepy, inappropriate - you name it. A Wreck is not necessarily a poorly-made cake; it's simply one I find funny, for any of a number of reasons. Anyone who has ever smeared frosting on a baked good has made a Wreck at one time or another, so I'm not here to vilify decorators: Cake Wrecks is just about finding the funny in unexpected, sugar-filled places.

Now, don't you have a photo you want to send me? ;)

- Jen

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Sunday Sweets: Geek Wedding Cakes!

Hi guys! john (the hubby of Jen) here. Jen asked me to write Sweets this week since she is apparently "busy" doing "everything else." (What? I moderate comments!)

Now, the problem is that today we have thoroughly awesome geek wedding cakes, and I am not, in the strictest sense of the word, a geek. At least, not to the degree which I've married into. However, for your entertainment and enlightenment I will now valiantly attempt to decipher these cakes without the help of Jen OR the interwebs. (May the Shwartz be with me!)

Right then! Our first cake... something steampunky! (Is that a word?) The gears and general awesomeness give it away. I also guarantee that when Jen and I get married again (to each other, I mean), our wedding cake will be something like this.

Oh, good, another easy one:

Submitted by Jess; baker unknown. Anyone recognize it?

Batman and Wonder Woman! Great colors. And I think the bottom tier is... Metropolis? Maybe?

K, now they're getting harder:

Sub'd by Amanda H. and made by Dufflet

Right. The adorable mushroom toppers are from a Mario game, and the cake is decorated in binary. Booyah. Just don't go asking me to translate it. (And if you do, I'll guess it's something like "In geekiness, and in ├╝ber geekiness, I thee wed.)

Now we're getting old school:

Oh yeah. PacMan and Mrs. PacMan! I missed a lot of my childhood because of those two. And PacMan should always wear a top hat, don't you think?

Look! It's Epcot!

Sub'd by Leah M. and made by Vallum House Cakes

Just kidding. (It's Spaceship Earth) (And no, that actually doesn't ever get old.)

Actually, I know that the thing on the side is an AT-AT because Jen has a baby one on her desk, and I know that Chewy would not be marrying an Ewok. (Though it's adorable on the cake.)

Okay! I'm on a roll! This next one

Sub'd by Chris M. and made by Pink Cake Box

No clue. I see math and hearts. Is there a video game with math and hearts? No?

(Why is Jen sighing so loudly behind me? And what is xkcd?)

Oh boy, I'm gonna get in trouble for this next one:

Sub'd by Maj G.; baker unknown

Is it... Zelda? Made of Lego? I don't... I never played it, so...


Look, this is harder than it looks, Ok?


Made by redpanda19

Oh! Oh! I know this! What is that show called?!? It's on the tip of my mind. It's got Bender and... that cyclops lady... Futurama!

Haha! And I've never even seen it!

Also, that crash-landing into the cake thing is genius.

This one I definitely know:

Cake by Queen of Cakes and topper by Sweet Frost Tops

Portal! Jen and I are actually playing the co-op version now.
(Well, not now now. I'm writing this post now. You get the idea.)

On a side note, I just realized something: If you write "The cake is a lie" on a cake, isn't that statement itself a lie? Technically, the lie is a lie since the cake is a cake.

Aaand now my brain hurts.

Let's wrap this up with one of my favorite cakes of all time, made by a baker who made one of our book tour cakes in Austin:

By Coco Paloma Desserts; photo by Sweet Caroline Photography


And also a... transformer version of Godzilla?

Ya know, I just realized: I've never seen Godzilla. So Transformer Mrs. Godzilla could totally be in there. Huh.

Here's another angle:

Aaaamazing. Especially when you realize that the 'Zillas are edible. 'Cuz, oh yes, they are.

(And speaking of figures, did you notice the bride is holding the groom? Too funny.)

Well, I hope you enjoyed these geeky wedding Sweets, everyone. And if you have a Sweet of your own you'd like to share, please send it to Sunday Sweets (at) Cake Wrecks (dot) com.

Oh, and have a great Sunday.

I'll be playing Portal.


Sunday Sweets For My Dad

We all know dads' tastes are just as diverse as, well, non-dads, so when it came time to choose today's Sweets I decided to hone in on one specific dad: mine.

So, here 'tis: Father's Day Sweets for my dad, Jim Yates. But the rest of you can feel free to look, too. :)

Hey, Dad, remember that time the neighbor's little boy snuck in to our house, grabbed your guitar, and dragged it down the sidewalk? Ah, good times.

Also, I don't think your guitar looked quite this cool:

Submitted by Kathy H. and made by her sister, Carol V.

And remember how you'd take me for rides on your motorcycle? The turns always scared me, but I loved having my very own kid-sized helmet, and the thrill of climbing into the seat behind you, hanging on for dear life, and thinking maybe my parents weren't quite so embarrassing, after all.

Although, come to think of it, your motorcycle wasn't this cool, either:

Submitted by Tifany D., made by Charm City Cakes

It's possible you've blocked this from memory, but you really did teach me to drive. In our ancient green Toyota pickup, no less, with a floor stick shift.

By CakeDesigns

Our truck was DEFINITELY not this cool.

It took me years to figure out what you did for a living. All I knew was you worked at a big, intimidating office/factory and you wore a suit every day. (Btw, you're, uh, some kind of project manager/engineer type, right?) I still remember the first time you asked me if your tie went with your shirt; it made me feel so important, that you'd ask for my opinion. Actually, I still feel that way, any time you ask.

And for the record: that tie + that shirt = perfect.

Remember when I came home crying because all the kids were making flashy, expensive models for a school project, and I didn't have anything flashy OR expensive? You sat me down and asked me what I'd like to do. Then we went to Skycraft Surplus (remember that?). In the end, I couldn't have been more proud: my project board's little Styrofoam car had real working headlights!

To this day, I clearly remember "The Sociological Impact of the Lightbulb" - because my Dad helped me build it.

Remember Starbuck and Midnight, our pet miniature goats? We must have been the only family in an Orlando subdivision with two goats bleating in the backyard. I still can't believe you bought them for us. Heh.

Submitted by Amelia B. and made by Kick Ass Kakes

(Bet you were expecting a goat cake, huh?)

You were forever doing home projects, and I loved weekends when you'd ask, "Shorty, want to go to the Home o' de Pot?"

By justcakinmytime

We'd pile into our old green pickup, and you'd sing "Greasy Grimey Gopher Guts" and "On Top of Old Smokey" along the way. Thanks to you I still love the smell of sawdust and grease that hits me every time I walk into our local Home Depot - and today I rock my own tool belt.

One night I peeked into the living room to see what you and Mom were laughing about, and there on the TV was a curly-headed man in a long scarf bouncing into a blue police box.

Soon we were all watching together, just like we watched Star Trek and Night Court and Monty Python together. The next year you brought us to my very first convention - a Doctor Who convention.

(I like to think my geeky lineage came full circle when John and I brought you and Mom to Dragon*Con last year - thus starting a yearly tradition, perhaps?)

When we were little, you seemed to take sadistic glee in waking Ben and me with loud jazz music, water, or banging suddenly on our bedroom doors - but I'll never forget the time you woke us with "Who wants to go to Disney World?!"

Sub'd by Stacey R., made by nice icing

You never set limits on my future, Dad. When I wrote lousy poetry, you submitted your favorite to a national magazine - and you were more disappointed than I was when it wasn't printed. When I thought I wanted to be a professional clown, you got brochures for Ringling College. When I first introduced you to John, you asked if we'd set a date yet.

You taught me to pursue my dreams, marry only for love, and to always finish my Brussels sprouts.

Hey, two out of three ain't bad, right?

So thanks, Dad. Happy Father's Day.

(Oh, and see you at Dragon*Con.)

Happy Father's Day to the rest of you dads out there, too! May all your children grow up to make you proud - when they're not publicly embarrassing you on the Internet, of course.